Work stories

2 most notable stories of the day, both sad for different reasons. 

Story one: This lady comes in to adopt a kitten that she had previously canceled her deposit on and then uncanceled, so of course I think she's a flake. Turns out her brother-in-law was killed by an underage drunk driver and she inherited his two teenaged sons, so she's understandably nervous about taking on more responsibility. But she decided to go forward and even adopt an adult she also fell in love with. We wait the ten minutes for both cat and kitten to get FIV/Felv tested. 

Of course the adult turns out to be Felv+ and is euthanized, so I have to give her a refund, apologize profusely and congratulate her on her kitten as she cries her signature onto all the paperwork. 

Kill me. 

Story 2: This woman with a bad attitude comes in with a cat in a carrier so scared he crapped in it. She proceeds to tell us how she needs to return the cat to us because he isn't using the litter box and she is getting married and moving in with her fiancé who doesn't want the cat. She has other cats and of course he hasn't been to the vet, but he's a perfect cat otherwise and oh wait he's from the SPCA, what do you mean it's not the same? 

When reminded that her contract requires her to return him from whence he came, she becomes indignant and says there's a moving truck in front of her house. 

Then she has the nerve to ask if we can get the cat shit out of her carrier. Are you f*ing kidding me?! She's lucky I didn't piss in it myself and stuff the whole mess down her throat.

Every. Day.